Love me again

Shinki wandered around the royal palace trying to calm down. He wanted to marry Boruto, in truth he had expected it at the end of everything. But he didn't want to marry him like that, he didn't want to be intimate with him after being abandoned by that golden love of his.

He went to the gym to relieve his nerves and that's when he saw him. Boruto was practicing with his chakra with the same intention. Relieves nerves.

But Shinki's piercing green gaze interrupted him. They both looked at each other in silence for a few moments.

But Shinki smirked at the body of that blonde whose clothes were sticking to him with perspiration. He breathed raggedly. The dark-haired man focused his gaze on his member, imagining it hardened and wet. he was really crazy about that blonde beauty. He approached him and stroked his golden hair gently.

Shinki I...

Shhhhh. The dark-haired man placed his index finger on his sensual and provocative lips.

Don't talk my life.

Shinki wrapped his arms around him and devoured him with wild, possessive kisses.

He pressed Boruto's body against his member that was beginning to harden. He caressed her buttocks so appetizing without letting kiss him. The blonde was turning on more and more, he loved feeling Shinki's hands on his body. When they parted for breath Boruto said:

Shinki I... I don't...

Just shut up Boruto and use your mouth for something more profitable and exciting. The dark-haired man had total control over his person, he could do with him whatever he wanted. Right there they took off their clothes and he took it without prior preparation or ritual of any romance. Shinki considered that that blond no longer deserved to enjoy that facet of his that he took so much care to polish just for him.

His thrusts were hard and intense and Boruto's moans drove him crazy with excitement. The blond wrapped his legs around Shinki's hips, clinging to his neck with his arms.

I love you Shinki, God, I love you so much I feel like I'll go crazy. The aforementioned said nothing, limiting himself to ramming him harshly. He came inside him feeling his hands touch the sky. Moments later they both lay on the ground with their arms around each other.

Shinki looked at nothing feeling that he would die of pain, since he did not believe a single word to Boruto. That blonde was a dark angel after all.

"Shinki for God's sake believe me when I tell you that I was only thinking about your protection. I didn't want anything to happen to you and you were very badly injured, what should I do? Shinki looked at him with his mask of total indifference.

What did I have to do? Take him to a safe place together with him instead of disposing of his person as an object that he is no longer useful to you. Without answering anything, the dark-haired man got up and got dressed before the desolate look of the blond.

'Please Shinki, talk to me. Tell me something.

Dress up Boruto, it would be very embarrassing for someone to come in and see you naked. He said that without emotion in his voice and left leaving Boruto devastated, that was not an act of love but of possession. "What was he to Shinki? His bitch, the one who drinks and uses nothing more. He would be his husband by order of the king only but Shinki did not act with his person as if he were his husband. He got dressed reluctantly and went to his room where he took a shower and alone under the shower he cried bitterly. How could he be so unhappy? His life was always like this, undone, hard and lonely. Even more so since Jiraiya's death. He just existed and escaped.

He had believed that this was left behind but apparently it was not. Everything was the same, although he has recovered his family, nothing changed. He dropped to the ground and while the warm shower fell on his body, Boruto cried his heart out. He curled up and kept crying as hard as he could.